will

I was today years old when I realized that my will does not have to be synonymous with my plan. 

That the entirely unexpected and outside of anything I would ever have sought to make happen, can indeed be what I willingly lean into. What I actually want. What I actually desire. My free choice.

That my will, what I want, my choice, can come in the form of a freely given “yes” to things I never would have planned.

That the good plan of my loving Father is the place where love and life flourish. Where I flourish. That this kind of surrender is a coming alive. 

It is my will, my desire, my choice to live into an unbounded affirmative response to all that the Lord has for me. Even the things I never in an actual lifetime ever would have thought would ever be a part of my life. Over and over I just keep thinking, where else could I go? There’s nowhere else I can find life, and life to the full.

My will can be entirely engaged beyond the bounds of my plan. 

And this is good, very good.